Return of the Blossoming Blade Chapter 1009

Episode 1009 That’s what it means to become an adult. (3)

Kaang!

The moment the swords collided, Jo Geol was pushed back.

“Tsk!”

He quickly adjusted his stance by moving his feet, then lowered his body and glared at Baekcheon.

“….”

I felt like a moan would escape if I didn’t bite my lip. The wrist holding the sword was constantly shaking.

Baekcheon, on the other hand, was not shaken in the slightest. He just stares at Jo Geol with an indifferent face.

Feeling pressure like a mountain, Jo Geol unconsciously took a short breath.

‘Sasuk.’

Regardless of their distribution, Hwasan’s disciples are like brothers. This is something that cannot even be imagined in other sects.

And the person who creates that atmosphere is none other than Baekcheon.

No matter how much Cheongmyeong did not care about distribution, if Baekcheon asserted his authority, no one except Cheongmyeong would have dared to object.

But Baekcheon didn’t do that. He laid down his authority as a great brother and acted in a low position like them. I felt like he was a neighborhood older brother who was easy to make fun of.

Even though he’s Baekcheon…

‘At times like this, he really seems like a different person.’

Only those who have faced Baekcheon with a sword can know. What a great person that person is.

“It’s light.”

“…yes?”

Baekcheon looks at Jo Geol with sunken eyes.

“Your sword is fast. “It is no exaggeration to say that it is the best in the volcano.”

“….”

“But it’s just as light. “Focusing on speed is not a bad thing, but losing weight while focusing on speed is definitely a problem.”

Jo Geol slowly nodded.

Having your shortcomings pointed out is not very enjoyable. Especially if it is a disadvantage that you are clearly aware of.

But Jo Geol didn’t care. Because he knows that Baekcheon’s words are entirely for his benefit.

He smiled slightly and opened his mouth.

“Thank you for the kind words, but…”

And he slightly waved the sword held out in front of him.

“Isn’t that what you will say when you can keep up with the speed of my sword?”

“Oh yeah?”

Faaah!

At that moment, Baekcheon rushed in and struck down his sword. Jo Geol was scared and raised his sword to block his attack. The moment the swords collided, Jo Geol’s body bent backwards with a thumping noise.

“Ugh….”

“Anyone can speak only with their mouths. “The important thing is to make it a reality.”

Blood began to rush to Jo Geol’s face.

He can’t even breathe properly because he’s pushing Baekcheon’s sword away, but Baekcheon continues speaking calmly. Just looking at this, the difference between the two was stark.

but!

That’s it!

Jo Geol did not give up. Twisting the sword, Baekcheon’s sword was instantly released and more than a dozen sword spirits were released in an instant.

Kakang!

Before the sword could even be extended, Baekcheon’s plum blossom sword struck the lower part of Jo Geol’s sword.

Jo Geol was thrown backwards by the wind and fell to the floor.

“Tsk!”

Jogeol quickly stood up and gritted his teeth.

Baekcheon lightly swung his sword once and slowly resumed his stance as if it was no big deal.

“When you attack with excitement, your quick sword becomes a weapon. But what do you do when you meet someone stronger than you?”

“….”

“If you don’t want to give up your quick sword, you need to learn how to hold on.”

“I fucking know that much!”

“Then don’t just tell me, show me!”

bang!

As if Baekcheon’s words were a signal, the jogeols rushed in, kicking the floor. Jo Geol’s sword, overflowing with red energy, was fired towards Baek Cheon’s face. It was as if he was going to pierce it all at once.

Baekcheon’s sword moved to counter his attack.

But at that moment, Jogeol’s sword turned and aimed at Baekcheon’s thigh. It was a strong attack.

Faaah!

Baekcheon stepped back and avoided it. Then, as if he had been waiting for just this moment, Jo Geol began to attack Baek Cheon with a storm-like attack.

“….”

Namgungdan, who was watching the scene from afar, glanced down at his hands. Before I knew it, my palms were soaked with cold sweat.

‘Is that… really a sparring between capital punishment?’

Jo Geol, who was pushing Baek Cheon, was radiating a terrifying level of murderousness. Befitting his lethality, there was no sword he swung that was not lethal.

A sword that clearly targets the opponent’s vital points.

Just the sword that grazed right next to Baekcheon’s face was shockingly dangerous to watch.

‘What if you used that move during sparring at Namgung?’

Perhaps the entire family would have been turned upside down.

As far as he knows, Hwasan Jeonggeom is the great disciple of Hwasan. That means that he is a person who will one day become a scholar of volcanoes.

If Namgung Dan had used salcho during sparring with Namgung Dowi, he would have been imprisoned with his entire body restrained without any questions or questions. It was such a serious task to use assassination water in a match between capital punishment.

But no one here points out that fact.

Even the two people sparring continue to spar calmly, as if it were a very natural thing.

Paaaaat!

Red blood spurted out from Jo Geol’s body.

“ah…!”

At that moment, Namgoong Dan’s eyes shook greatly. Finally, that radical sparring led to a situation that should not have occurred.

But the really surprising thing happened after that.

Jo Geol, who had been cut in the chest, was bleeding, but instead of retreating, he lunged at Baek Cheon again. As if to say that getting hurt during sparring is always a possibility!

Jo Geol, who rushed forward with great vigor, was kicked in the chest by Baek Cheon and fell to the floor. The kick was so strong that all of Namgungdan who were watching flinched.

“Tsk!”

Jo Geol stood up again, this time with venom in her eyes. And he swung his sword at Baekcheon more violently than before.

‘it’s crazy.’

It’s hard to know which side to blame.

There is so much to point out. That guy named Jo-geol who uses abusive language towards my Sa-sook is also strange, and Baek-cheon who accepts it without thinking is also strange.

But what was even more strange was that other people were not even paying attention to the dangerous sparring where life was at stake right next to them.

Quang!

Jogeol flew away again like a kite with a broken string.

“Won’t I die if I do that?”

The other Namgung royal inspectors also couldn’t hide their embarrassment and murmured.

They went through that plum blossom island. These are people who now fully understand with their minds and bodies what it means to fight at the risk of their lives.

But even to them, this practice seemed frighteningly dangerous.

“At least…”

At that time, Namgung Do-wi, who had been silently watching the two people sparring, opened his mouth.

“They… I understand how they were able to display their skills even in such a situation.”

“….”

Everyone had no choice but to nod at those words.

Anyone can say that training is like actual practice. However, there is no sect that provides training similar to real combat.

If you are too harsh, your students may turn into assholes, so what kind of crazy person would allow training using deadly techniques?

But they were doing it.

“And that’s not all.”

“yes?”

“Look.”

Nangung Dowi pointed to a place a little away from the two people sparring.

The two people were taking a standstill, watching the sparring. It was a sight that was not particularly strange. The middle stance is the basic posture of all swordsmanship. The practice of eliminating distracting thoughts and concentrating with correct posture is often done at Namgung.

So there is nothing strange about that scene.

Unless there were pieces of metal the size of a human head hanging from the bodies of those two people.

‘How many are there…?’

In particular, the number of metal chunks hanging from the tip of the sword was jaw-dropping. So many pieces of iron were hung that the sword looked like a large hammer.

‘You’re going to hold on to that with your bare body? ‘Are you using your history?’

No, no.

If I used my strength, I wouldn’t be sweating like rain. That thing is clearly being held up with muscle strength.

‘With muscle strength…’

If you add up the weight of that piece of metal and it is heavier than the rock they lifted, it will be heavy, not light. Namgung’s disciples were almost out of breath just holding on to the weight of the rock, but they were even holding their swords while withstanding that much weight.

Is there any need to explain which is the more difficult practice?

Yun Jong, who was calmly holding his sword as if he knew how they felt, spoke quietly to Dang Soso who was standing next to him.

“Sosoya.”

“yes?”

“How long has it been since you started?”

“I think it’s about half an hour old?”

“Hmm. “Then can we just stop?”

“What are you saying? “I need to do more class inspections.”

“…I think it’s a bit excessive.”

“No. As you know, I am particularly poor at my basics as an inspector. “You have to work at least twice as much as others to just keep up.”

“I know that, but why do I have to do it with you?”

“Are you dissatisfied?”

“…no. “It’s not like that…”

Yunjong looked at Dangsoso with wide eyes and muttered softly.

“Where did the accident go? “You can just ask Sago to do it with you.”

“Why are you saying such an obvious thing? Death penalty? “Of course it was an accident so he left early in the morning.”

“Since dawn?”

“yes. I can’t concentrate if there are other people around. “He probably won’t be back until midnight.”

“…I have something I’m really curious about.”

“What is it?”

“Does Sago never sleep?”

“Sleep, of course.”

“But how is that possible?”

“It was an accident.”

“….”

Yoonjong took a deep breath and said indifferently.

“Sosoya.”

“yes?”

“The tip of the sword went down by half an inch.”

“Ahh!”

Tang Xiaoso bit his lip with an angry face and raised his sword.

Namgung Dan, who was watching the scene as if he were lost in his soul, heard Namgung Dowi’s voice like a moan in his ears.

“I thought Namgungdo emphasized the basics….”

“….”

When I turned around, I saw Namgungdowi shaking his head.

What shocked Nangong Dowi even more was that the person doing the training was none other than Tang Soso.

‘The volcano really practices this kind of training on a daily basis.’

Even without Cheongmyeong, he is training himself in the same way. As evidence, aren’t similar scenes unfolding not only here but throughout the training grounds?

“Okay then…”

Cheongmyeong, who had given time to look around, looked at the inspectors of the Namgung family with a meaningful face.

“I need to see the results of this training with my body.”

Namgungdan’s expression hardened. I understand what it means to check with the body.

‘Is it sparring?’

It was at that moment that he reflexively grabbed the sword at his waist.

“Aaaahhh!”

Jo Geol fell backwards again and rolled on the floor. He struggled several times to get up from his seat, but eventually collapsed into his seat.

“Okay…. It’s like a damn private residence…”

Namgungdan swallowed dryly.

‘Volcanic sword!’

If the opponent is that volcanic sword, there is nothing lacking.

Since it would be too burdensome for Lord Soga to step forward in person, the person who would deal with that Hwasan Jeonggeom would be Nangong Dan.

‘I will never let you go easy.’

Although it will not be easy to gain the upper hand against Baekcheon, the world-famous Hwasan sword, he has firmly established his resolve not to tarnish the name of the Namgung family.

At that time, Cheongmyeong shouted.

“Sosoya!”

“yes?”

Tang Xiaosu, who was in the midst of training, looked back at Cheongmyeong.

“why? “Is my posture wrong?”

“no. Leave everything behind and come here. Ah, hold the sword.”

“yes.”

Tang Soso roughly removed the piece of metal wrapped around his body and ran towards Cheongmyeong.

“Why the death penalty?”

“Do you see that gentleman?”

“yes.”

“Please deal with me.”

“…yes?”

Cheongmyeong shrugged his shoulders.

“These gentlemen want to see for themselves how effective Hwasan training is.”

Tang Soso heard those words and immediately laughed.

“Oh, what else should I do? What should I do?”

“How can I do it?”

Cheongmyeong slashed his throat with his thumb.

“Screw you.”

“Yeap!”

Tang Soso smiled brightly and looked back at Nangungdan.